Well I've been high as the mountains
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cruisin' down the road in my 65
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and I've got a hard-rockin' band, baby
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that wants to kick it to the other side
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And we're runnin and a-gunnin
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and a-jukin' and a-jumpin
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and I'm lookin for some lovin'
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in another damn town
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We like a little country -
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We like a little soul -
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We like a lotta blues baby
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mixed with the rock and roll
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And we're a-runnin and a-gunnin
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and a-jukin' and a-jumpin
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and I'm lookin for some lovin'
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in another damn town
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You gotta drink it
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You gotta drug it
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You gotta drink it
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You gotta drug it
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You gotta drink it
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You gotta drug it
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You gotta drink it
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You gotta drug it
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You wanna jump into the whiskey
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you wanna jump into the fire
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Living this life in rock and roll band
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it'll make you lose your mind
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you gotta eat it-
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live it-
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breathe it-
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suck it-
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fuck it-
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drug it-
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all the damn time
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You gotta drink it
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You gotta drug it
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You gotta drink it
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You gotta drug it
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Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
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Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
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Rails and rails and rails of eight balls
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Rails and rails and rails of eight balls
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Drug it drug it drug till I fall
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Drink that fuckin' alcohol
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Drink It, Drug It
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| Hank Williams III |
